of the ice was certain. 'I'm lonely, Master Ash,' I said, not daring to look back. 'How lonely I didn't realize until now. You were lonely also, I think. Who was the woman you called Vine?'
Perhaps I only imagined his voice. 'The first woman.' 'Meschiane? Yes, I know her, and she is very lovely. My Meschiane was Dorcas, and I am lonely for her, but for all the others too. When Thecla became a part of me, I thought I would never be lonely again. But now she is so much a part that we're only one person, and I can be lonely for others. For Dorcas, for Pia the island girl, for little Severian and Drotte and Roche. If Eata were here, I could hug him.
'Most of all, I'd like to see Valeria. Jolenta was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but there was something in Valeria's face that tore my heart out. I was only a boy, I suppose, though I didn't think so then. I crawled up out of the dark and found myself in a place they called the Atrium of Time. Towers the towers of Valeria's family rose on all sides of it. In the center was an obelisk covered with sundials, and though I remember its shadow on the snow, it couldn't have had sunlight there for more than two or three watches of each day; the towers must shade it most of the time. Your understanding is deeper than mine, Master Ash can you tell me why they might have built it so?'
A wind that played among the rocks seized my cloak so that it billowed from my shoulders. I secured it again and pulled up my hood. 'I was following a dog. I called him Triskele, and I said, even to myself, that he was mine, though I had no right to keep a dog. It was a winter day when I found him. We'd been doing laundry washing the clients' bedclothes and the drain plugged with rags and lint. I'd been shirking my work, and Drotte told me to go outside and ram a clothes prop up it. The wind was terribly cold. That was your ice coming, I suppose, though I didn't know it at the time the winters getting a little worse each year. And of course when I got the drain open, a gush of filthy water would come out and wet my hands.
'I was angry because I was the oldest, except for Drotte and Roche, and I thought the younger apprentices ought to have to do the work. I was poking at the clog with my stick when I saw him across the Old Yard. The keepers in the Bear Tower had held a private fight, I suppose, the night before, and the dead beasts were lying outside their door waiting for the nacker. There was an arsinoither and a smilodon, and several dire wolves. The dog was lying on top. I suppose he had been the last to die, and from his wounds one of the dire wolves had killed him. Of course, he wasn't really dead, but he looked dead.
'I went over to see him it was an excuse to stop what I was doing for a moment and blow on my fingers. He was as stiff and cold as well, as anything I've ever seen. I killed a bull once with my sword, and when it was lying dead in its own blood it still looked quite a bit more living than Triskele did then. Anyway, I reached out and stroked his head. It was as big as a bear's, and they had cut off his ears, so that only two little points were left. When I touched him he opened his eyes. I dashed back across the Yard and rammed the stick up so hard it broke through at once, because I was afraid Drotte would send Roche down to see what I was doing.
'When I think back on it, it was as if I had the Claw already, more than a year before I got it. I can't describe how he looked when he rolled his eye up to see me. He touched my heart. I never revived an animal when I had the Claw, but then I never tried. When I was among them, I was usually wishing I could kill one, because I wanted something to eat. Now I'm no longer sure that killing animals to eat is something we are meant to do. I noticed that you had no meat in your supplies only bread and cheese, and wine and dried fruit. Do your people, on whatever world it is where people live in your time, feel so too?'
I paused, hoping for an answer, but none came. All the mountaintops had dropped below the sun now; I was no longer certain whether some thin presence of Master Ash followed me or only my shadow.
I said, 'When I had the Claw I found that it would not revive those dead by human acts, though it seemed to heal the man-ape whose hand I had struck off.
Dorcas thought it was because I had done it myself. I can't say I never thought the Claw knew who held it, but perhaps it did.'
A voice not Master Ash's but a voice I had never heard before called out, 'A fine new year to you!'
I looked up and and saw, perhaps forty paces off, just such an uhlan as Hethor's notules had killed on the green road to the House Absolute. Not knowing what else to do, I waved and shouted, 'Is it New Year's Day, then?'
He touched spurs to his destrier and came galloping up. 'Mid summer today, the beginning of the new year. A glorious one for our Autarch.'
I tried to recall some of the phrases Jolenta had been so fond of. 'Whose heart is the shrine of his subjects.'
'Well said! I'm Ibar, of the Seventy-eighth Xenagie, patrolling the road until evening, worse luck.'
'Surely it's lawful to use the road here.'
'Entirely. Provided, of course, that you are prepared to identify yourself.'
'Yes,' I said. 'Of course.' I had almost forgotten the safe-conduct Mannea had written for me. Now I took it out and handed it to him.
When I had been stopped on my way to the Last House, I had by no means been sure that the soldiers who had questioned me could read. Each had stared wisely at the parchment, but it might well have been that they took in no more than the sigil of the order and Mannea's regular and vigorous, though slightly eccentric, penmanship. The uhlan unquestionably could. I could see his eyes traveling the lines of script, and even guess, I think, when they paused momentarily at
'honorable interment.'
He refolded the parchment carefully but retained it. 'So you are a servant of the Pelerines.'
'I have that honor, yes.'
'You were praying, then. I thought you were talking to yourself when I saw you.
I don't hold with any religious nonsense. We have the standard of the xenagie near at hand and the Autarch at a distance, and that's all I need of reverence and mystery; but I have heard that they were good women.'
I nodded. 'I believe perhaps somewhat more than you. But they are indeed.'
'And you were sent on a task for them. How many days ago?'
'Three.'
'Are you returning to the lazaret at Media Pars now?'
